Elegy: We end where we began.....

And so we end where we began.  I feel in an odd way that this is a funeral of sorts for my 100 day project.  Fade out...Sunday day 97 or so.  I have had successes and failures.  It has been enlightening and humbling.  Thank you very much for the opportunity to participate in this social movement.  I look forward to spreading out my work and doing some post-production.  I also look forward to the next 100 day adventure.  

Today I’m flying low and I’m

not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

-Mary Oliver